The Little Cell Phone That Could!

My cell phone had been missing since yesterday afternoon.

We'd searched all over the house.

Followed daughter on her, "I think I hid it HERE," wild goose chase to no avail.

Used the landline to call my number in the car.

Nothing.

I spent the morning working really hard (shh, actually getting a pedicure for Daughter's birthday party and Mother's Day) and grocery shopping

all SANS CELLPHONE AND CONTACT WITH THE OUTSIDE WORLD.

This is freaky. No one knows where I am. I'm utterly out of contact with the outside world. How did I live like this in the 90's??

I was JUST about to contact Verizon and ask them to cancel my number when I truly retraced my last-time-I'd seen-it steps. As I was about to unbuckle sleeping daughter from her car seat I glanced up: voila! Shiny Blackberry camoflauged, sideways, into the roof rack. Where I left it yesterday afternoon. When I was getting her out of her car seat.

Maybe I shoulda listened to my husband this morning when he asked, "Have you checked the roof? You're always sticking things up there."

"No…" I said, shaking my head in disbelief. "If I had done that, it'd be long gone by now!"

Oh me of little faith, right?

Not anymore. Sometimes the universe is kind.